Текст песни Синдром Внезапной Смерти Моментального - Из стены

I somewhat envy trees
Growing on rooftops.
In the lungs, in the basement, in the eyes or somewhere else.
Tram, empty going into the night under the rain,
Rhythmically compressing the door on each of the seams.

I somewhat envy rivers flowing inside the underground,
Without a name, without shores, silent and evil.
So sometimes you want to live for himself alone,
Growing up on a hill covered with grass abnormally.

I somewhat envy those who were born in the wall, rather than between, like everyone else.
When not enough words, they simply do not have!
All my life we ​​are looking for ourselves, where the question - there is an answer.
Close the eyes and go to sleep on the flight strip.